“Ezra …” I whisper against his lips, my eyes locked on his. “Worship me,please.”
With those words, Ezra drags me in, the last thread of his restraint finally snapping. When our mouths crash together, it’s carnage—teeth dragging over lips, breath shuddering between us, tearing into each other because anything less would be a goddamn lie.
The hand that rests on my hip follows every dip and curve as it moves up the side of my body. He gently cups my breast, then runs his thumb over my nipple, causing a desperate groan to rip from my throat.
“Sensitive little thing,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to drag his teeth across my jaw. “You want to break for me, don’t you?”
When I open my eyes, Ezra stares at me with a starved, predatory expression on his face.
The hand that was torturing my nipple only a few seconds ago moves to cup my face while his knee works its way between mythighs. The friction against my aching clit makes me groan, and my eyes drift shut again.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that. So greedy for it. Rub that pretty clit against me. Use me, sweet girl. And when you fall apart, I want my name dragged from your mouth like a fucking prayer.”
I’m a complete slut for dirty talk, and Ezra’s words send fire tearing through me.
I grind against his thigh, desperate for the snap of teeth, the heat of him, the goddamneverything.
I’ve lost my mind. I know it. I don’t care.
The need is too big. The ache is too loud. And this feels like coming home to something I never knew I was missing.
“Fuck …” I gasp. My orgasm builds, flames curling low in my belly, ready to swallow me whole.
“Ezra …”
His name belongs to me now. I rip it from my throat like I’ll starve if I don’t taste it one more time.
“Fuck, Aurora.” His voice is gluttonyandstarvation. “Rub that greedy little cunt on my thigh. Keep going. Make a mess for me.”
He leans in, breath hot against my ear. “Naughty little thing. Are you thinking about my cock? How I’d stretch you open, slow and deep, until you’re screaming my name?”
I whimper. I can’t help it.
“Is this what you want? You want to come like an animal? Want to mark me, Aurora—claim me like you fucking own me?”
He grabs my hand and drags it over the thick line of his cock. His skin is flushed and fever-hot beneath my fingers. I wrap my hand around him, and he moans into my neck, obliterating my last rational thought.
I match my strokes to the slow, grinding roll of my hips against his thigh, clawing toward that peak, nothing else left but this.
Everything shakes. My nerves burn, my body screaming “yes” in every language I don’t remember knowing.
“You feel that?” he growls, breath hitching. “That’s what you do to me. You make it impossible to think straight. I want to taste you, fuck you, own you. I want to bury my face between your thighs and fucking drown in you.”
But then something shifts. His breath catches, the edge of madness dulling to a softer kind of ache.
He mutters a curse, the hunger in his voice cracking. He pulls my hand from his cock and stills my hips, the sudden loss tearing a broken whimper from my throat.
“Shit,” Ezra breathes, more to himself than me. “For some dumb fucking reason, I want to do this right.”
His hands slow, tracing instead of taking, his breath stuttering against my skin.
“You gave me permission to worship you, Aurora. And I will. With a fervor you can’t begin to imagine.”
He looks at me like I’m made of fire and starlight, like I’m something he’s only dreamed of touching.
“But I want to pleasure you with every part of me. So, I need you to listen.”
His words drop into a dark, unholy register that makes me want to bare my neck and run my fingers over his sweat-slick skin.
